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why then, must we see?
through the broad earth's aching breast
under a spreading chestnut tree
he speaks not well
before the solemn bronze saint
there is no flock, however watched and tended
awful truths these be
i said, i have shut my heart
now that i have cooled to you
high-born race
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room

 



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